There are lots of misconceptions about Soulmates. Most people believe that Soulmates are our perfect matches. People that are perfect, and will complete us. But that's far from the truth. Soulmates are the people that make us better. That challenge us. They can be our mirrors, and help us discover the worst parts of ourselves. A Soulmate will know when something is wrong with you. And will always comfort you when you're upset. And when you do something f*cking stupid they'll always be there to knock some sense into you and scold you for doing something dumb. Soulmates make us better as people. They help to guide us and make us feel better in our darkest times. But they aren't perfect. No. Far from it. We're able to relate to them because they have problems of their own that you need to help them work through as well. Soulmates help eachother out. And take care of eachother. If you meet your Soulmate you need to have their back just as much as they have yours. Love and cherish your Soulmate. For you will never have a stronger connection to another person. Well....except for maybe your Twin Flame or a few Kindred Spirits. But you never know! 
-Flame Draco/Author Chan   

~Shoto Todoroki's POV~ 

The mark of my Soulmate is that of a crow. My Quirk is called half hot half cold. And I inherited my mother's special talent. I'm a reader. My Quirk allows me to produce hot air from my left that combusts into flames. And my right side can freeze things and make ice. My reader ability allows me to read other people and easily profile them. I can also read Soulmate marks. And thus, I know many things about my Soulmate from reading my own mark. I know that they're a female. I know that overtime she's gone through a lot of hardships. Her mark is that of a crow. So she's constantly seen as a bad omen and bringer of death. When my mom saw the mark of my Soulmate she could read that my Soulmate was surrounded by death. So she was slightly weary. She said that 'pitch black feathers are never a good sign'. But then I pointed out that the feathers of the crow weren't completely black. They shun with blues and purples outlined in red and that while my Soulmate may have been surrounded by death, she had a good heart. My mother sighed, not fully believing me, but knew not to question it. For my reader ability was stronger than her's. My special talent in essence is the reader ability. And it was marked as such. But it has another side to it, my father's analysis ability. Analysis was another strong ability to posses, and it made my reader ability far stronger than my mother's. Possibly stronger than any reader ability before it. Analysis is highly similar to reading. But slightly different. While reading only went as far as seeing into a person's personality and being able to tell who's lying and who isn't, analysis can see more physical and nonphysical things. Things like at a glance being able to tell how someone's Quirk works, or how strong someone is just by looking at the way they carry themselves. The only reason reader abilities are seen as highly as they are is because they're much rarer. And because seeing deep into a person's personality is a lot stronger than some would first assume. 

I was not born. I was created. My father, who's Quirk is Hellflame, and who has the powerful ability of analysis, sought out a person with abilities that paralleled his own. In hopes that he could create a child with traits of both parents. So his child could do what he couldn't. Surpass All Might. The Number 1 Hero of our time. The traits he was looking for would be either someone with an ice or water Quirk, and the reader ability. Low and behold, he found my mother. Despite all odds, he found exactly what he was looking for. A women around his age with an ice Quirk and a reader ability. He bribed her family and won them over. Thus, a Quirk marriage. I'm the youngest of four siblings. Two older brothers and an older sister. And I was the perfect child. Born with both Quirks combined, and both special talents combined. Of course, everyone has imperfections. But my father didn't see any. And from the day I was born, I rarely got time to myself. I was groomed growing up to be perfect. To act perfect. To be strong and to be...perfect. I learned to despise that word. Just as I learned to despise my father. My siblings loved me but never got to to interact with me until much later in life. My mother loved me, she always tried to defend me from my father, and she'd teach me when the proper times to use my reader ability were. My father only saw me as a tool. Something to use and something to train to surpass the one hurdle he couldn't. But then......the incident. One night, my mother snapped. And poured boiling water on the left side of my face. Only being able to see my father. Mom was sent to a mental hospital after that. And my father's abuse only got worse since I no longer had anyone to defend me. I hid my Soulmate mark from him. On multiple occasions he'd ask to see it. But I'd never let him get anywhere near my shoulder where the mark rested. I didn't want him to somehow ruin being able to meet her. Or force someone with a powerful Quirk on me by saying that 'he found my Soulmate'. Only me and my mother know anything about my Soulmate. And I intend to keep it that way until I can meet her. 

Her mark tells me many things about her. And I hope I can meet her soon. While a Crow's feathers are black, the blue and purple tints in the feathers show that she has a calm and rational mind, along with a good heart. The red outlining shows signs of strength and deep rooted passion. And maybe a hint towards her Quirk's color scheme. The eyes show deep emotions of sadness and loneliness, but also glints of mischief and creativity deep deep down. The expression worn on the crow's face shows irritation and hostility. But any reader could tell it was a resting b*tch face. Unintentionally looking a little mean, but really only resting or relaxing. The eyes said it all. Calm. But lonely. Vast feelings of love towards anyone willing to love her. Creativity and strength. But also deep rooted depression and sadness. As a reader I can see many things. And I see that deep down, my Soulmate is a kind person. You just have to dig deep enough to find her true personality.    

~(Y/N) (L/N)'s POV~ 

The mark of my Soulmate is that of a fox. My Quirk is called Arsenal. And my special talent is reflex. My talent basically means that have sharp reflexes. And it makes me a good fighter. My Quirk, Arsenal, basically allows me to make weapons using anger as the material to make them. The more anger and hatred I feel, the larger the weapon can be. I love gazing at my Soulmate's mark. The mischievous glare of the fox always manages to intrigue me. I'm not a reader. Nor an analyzer. So I have no way of looking deep into the details of my Soulmate. But I can speculate. And speculate I do. The animal is a fox, with a bit of mischief in his eyes, but the expression worn is a calm monotone one. Beautiful reds and icy blues dance on the fox's fur. I think that overall my Soulmate is a calm, rationalized thinker. Probably really strong too. I can guess from the colors that they can have a cold personality to outsiders. But deep down is fiery passion. The entire aura I get from the mark is one of strength but also agility. Can move around easily but carries vicious strength. Someone strong, but calm and calculating. Not afraid of mischief every now and then if I had to guess. But most of that is based on the animal. And I don't know for certain. My mother and father had normal special talents. Normal Quirks. Everything about them seemed perfectly average. Then I came along. Powerful Quirk. Amazing talent. Everything seemed to be perfectly fine for a while. I was the oldest sibling of three. I had a younger brother and sister. Both of which were born Quirkless. My sister looked up to me. My brother envied me. My father was a kind man. My mother was a little crazy. Overall we were a normal, happy family. Then.........the car crash. Mom died in that crash. Months later, dad was found dead. Murdered on his way to work. And the killer was never found. Then my little sister disappeared. Later she was found frozen in the lake. And my brother was killed by a truck. Got hit when crossing the street on his way home from school. Worst part is I saw that last one happen. Because he was crossing the street to meet me so we could walk home together. I tore myself apart over it. Why was I left alive? Why did everyone I care about die? 

Everyone started making rumors about me. About how I was cursed. How I was a Reaper. A bad omen. I was sent to an adoption center and every day, no one would choose me to adopt. No one would play with me. So I just did what I normally did. Draw and think. Mom always told me that I was a deep thinker. I liked thinking about complicated things. About how people's minds worked. About Quirks. And I usually expressed my thoughts and feeling in my drawings. So I gained a sketching habit. Anytime I'd get lost in thought I'd draw absentmindedly. And usually ended up drawing something related to my thoughts. I was sketching when a man walked up to the desk. He had a mist like head and seemed to be made of purplish black mist. I was thinking about my family again and about what everyone was calling me. I also thought about the one thing that made me happy. My Soulmate. Suddenly a shadow loomed over me, it was the man. I looked up and he gave me a soft look, speaking in a gentle tone. "What are you drawing?" He asked. I looked down and realized I had been sketching again. I explained to him that I had a habit of drawing when I was lost in thought. And that usually my drawings reflected my thoughts. He then asked to see my sketch book. And I lent it to him. He flipped through the pages and I noticed the way his glowing yellow eyes moved as he examined the drawings. He then stopped on the last picture I made. The one I had just finished. He asked what it meant, showing the picture to me. It was a picture of a girl in a cloak with dark black feathered wings. She was holding a a pendent close to her chest with a beautiful fox depicted on the pendent. On her left were shadows and dark looking people without faces. On her right there was no shading, just pure white paper with outlines of four people. A man, a women, a boy, and a very young girl. The girl at the center of the paper appeared to be crying. I sighed slightly, tracing the lines I had drawn. I explained that I was thinking about how my family all died and how people kept calling me a bad omen and a cursed child. He nodded before pointing at the fox. And I explained that it was the mark of my Soulmate. And he immediately understood before patting me on the head and moving on to talk to some of the other children.  

It didn't take long before he came back up towards the desk. I was drawing again but stopped to watch him. He exchanged soft words with the lady at the desk and she gave him a shocked look. She shot a look directly at me before looking back to him. They continued talking, he signed a few papers, and the lady stood up before walking over to me. "Pack up your things. You've just been adopted." She said in a kind of flat tone. Laced with surprise and confusion. I felt happy for the first time in years. I got my things and approached the desk shyly where the man was waiting. He introduced himself as Kurogiri, and just like that, I was drawn into a different family. With a mysterious head of the house that I only heard over a computer screen, an older brother that had scratching habits and anger issues, and a caretaker that acts like both a mom and a dad. I still went to school normally. And I was still called a bad omen. Everyone had heard rumors about me. The girl that lost her family in the span of five months. The girl that no relatives wanted. But I found it hard to feel. The only emotions I felt were those towards my Soulmate. And a few emotions around Kurogiri and Shigaraki. But other than that, nothing. 

I hold onto the hope of meeting my Soulmate dearly. While Kurogiri and the others are kind to me I still have only one true goal. Meeting him. I know it's a him. I just know it. I gaze at the fox on my left shoulder. His aura one of confidence and strength. I notice a pang of loneliness in the mischievous eyes every now and then, and wish for nothing more than to hug my Soulmate. And let him know he's not alone. I look forward to meeting him. More than ever before I can't wait to meet him. Something tells me it'll be soon. As my third year of Jr. High begins to come to a close, I get this feeling. This odd feeling of foreboding and at the same time excitement. Something wonderful and terrifying is coming. Kurogiri and the others seem to feel it too. Something is coming. Something big. So exciting. I can't wait.